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Domkhar/Bumthang, Bhutan. Day 7, Guides: Robin and L Dorji. On a foggy morning, Phub Dorji sang and led a prayer in front of fluttering prayer flags. This was one of the most special and spiritual moments of the entire trip. Thank you, Phub Dorji.
St Anne's Cathedral (1903, Gothic Revival), also known as Belfast Cathedral, is a Protestant cathedral of the Church of Ireland. It is the focal point of the Cathedral Quarter of Belfast.
The old parish church of St Anne of 1776 had continued to be used, up until 31 December 1903, while the new cathedral was constructed around it being built from the nave out; the old church was then demolished.
In 2007 a 40-meter stainless steel spire was installed on top of the cathedral. Named the "Spire of Hope" as a sign of Christian hope to the city of Belfast, the structure is illuminated at night and is part of a wider redevelopment planned for the Cathedral Quarter. The base section of the spire protrudes through a glass platform in the cathedral's roof directly above the choir stalls, allowing visitors to view it from the nave.
Belfast, Northern Ireland. 2012
I led the prayers at church this morning … and I used a form of prayer from the Alternative Service Book 1980 – shock horror!
Anglicans will know that it's illegal to use this book in church now😳
Generally, in Bhutan, prayer flags are hoisted for happiness, long life, prosperity, luck and merit and to offer karmic merit to all sentient beings. After one dies, the benefits of offering prayer flags is believed to guide the soul of the dead away from the netherworld and to prevent it from being reborn in the three lower realms (Nge Song Sum, animals, pret and life in hell) of the six life cycles: Lha (god), Lha Min (demi-god), humans, animals, pret, and life in hell, according to a Buddhist scholar, Dasho Lam Sanga.
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for Sharon
one of my close girl friends confirmed that she has a rare kind of bone cancer. She's been asking for help since February but no one listened until about four weeks ago, and then only because they thought it was lung cancer. It's not. It's in her hip and they suspect in her knees also. She has had test upon test and is now waiting for a specialist operation to do bone biopsies to determine more about the disease.
I don't know what to do, what is there I can do? Nothing. I am the conduit between her and our circle of friends who are spread across the country. She gets me to tell the other girls because I am the cancer t-shirt wearing girl amongst us. It's tough. I am going through a bunch of tests myself and haven't told my friends because how can I when they're already falling apart over our lovely friend with this rubbish partial diagnosis. So I'm telling you, and that's probably not fair of me, either.
But I do ask for your prayers for my lovely friend, that she gets a complete diagnosis and a treatment plan to help her. It doesn't matter what religion you are. It doesn't matter if you're agnositic or atheist. I just would ask that if you look at this shot and read these words, please say a prayer or send some love towards my friend because she needs all the help she can get at the moment.
This prayer wheel was located in a small room just outside the monastery at Chakung Village, Sikkim. The light peeping in through the window to the right was brilliant, as if it was specifically planned for making a good photograph. The red paint and the array of lamps helped in adding a touch of brightness to the room. The place was empty when I reached here, and I distinctly felt a need for some life to portray the prayer wheels at its best. I found this young chap playing outside his house, eager to make friends with us strangers and happy to pose for the camera. I pulled him in to the room of the prayer wheel and asked him to turn the wheel for me.
Designed in a restrained Scots Renaissance style, Bangour Village Hospital is an outstanding remaining example of a psychiatric hospital built as a village and espousing a complete philosophy of care. The village system of patient care, exemplified by the Alt-Scherbitz hospital, near Leipzig in Germany in the 1870s encouraged psychiatric patients to be cared for within their own community setting, where there were few physical restrictions and where village self-sufficiency was encouraged. This was in contrast to the large contemporary asylum buildings. This philosophy had been gradually developing in a number of Scottish institutions, but Bangour saw its apotheosis, specifically in relation to psychiatric patients. Two other hospitals were built in Scotland for psychiatric patients, Kingseat, to the north of Aberdeen (built in 1904) and Dykebar Hospital in Paisley, 1909 (see separate listing). These have not survived as completely as Bangour.
The hospital was built by the well-known Edinburgh architect Hippolyte J Blanc as a result of a competition begun in 1898. The Edinburgh Lunacy Board had concluded that a new psychiatric hospital was required to cater for the increasing numbers of patients from Edinburgh and the hospital was opened in 1906, with some of the buildings still to be completed. It was designed with no external walls or gates. The utility buildings were positioned at the centre of the site, the medical buildings for patients requiring medical supervision and treatment were to the E and there were villas to the W of the site which could accommodate patients who required less supervision and were able to work at some sort of industry. The complex also included a farm to the NW (not part of current site) and had its own water and electricity systems and also had its own railway. The hospital was commissioned by the War Office in WWI for wounded soldiers and extra temporary structures were erected. Most of these were dismantled after the War although some timber ones were retained by the hospital. The railway too was dismantled in 1921. The patients returned in 1922. The hospital was commissioned again for WWII. At this time many temporary shelters were erected to the NW of the site and this became the basis of the Bangour General Hospital (now demolished). Bangour Village Hospital continued as a psychiatric hospital until 2004.
Harold O Tarbolton (1869-1947) was born in Nottingham and came to work in Edinburgh in the 1890s. He was involved in designing a variety of building types, including a number of Episcopal Churches throughout Scotland. He was consulting architect to the Deans and Chapters of the Cathedrals in Perth and Oban (see separate listings) and became the advisory architect for the North of Scotland Hydro Electric Board in 1944. He was a prominent figure in public life in Edinburgh.
When we were kids, my mother had a wooden plaque on the wall that was carved with the words, "Prayer Changes Things." Through the years, I've found this statement to be basically true. However, upon reflection, I believe the main thing that prayer has changed is me.
Pennabilli - Emilia Romagna (Italy)
On saturday 30th July 2005, during his second visit, His Holiness the Dalai Lama inaugurated the "Bell of Lhasa" monument in order to commemorate the great Capuchin missionary fr.Orazio of Pennabilli.
The bell is the exact copy of the one that was located in the Capuchin monastery built at Lhasa in 1725, when fr.Orazio was the Prefect of the mission.
Three manikorlo or Tibetan prayer wheels have been put on the monument next to the bell to symbolise the dialogue between religions in favour of peace and harmony among mankind.
The buddist mantra "Om mani padme hum" is impressed on these prayer wheels as well as on those situated around all Tibetan temples.
The turning of the wheels means the same as sending a prayer to the sky, like the sound of the bell.
Forgive me Lord
In my life I have sinned;
I have profoundly failed to love you with all my heart, soul and strength. Sometimes I’m not even sure how to go about that. I’m so thankful that Jesus showed us and taught us many ways to show our love for you. Knowing that we demonstrate our love to you by obeying your commands is a great comfort, but also the source of pointing up my own sin, for many so times I have been disobedient.
I have worshipped idols before you Lord. Forgive me. Not an idol carved of wood or stone, but one even more pervasive. I have poured my time and energy into my work in anticipation of a result that would provide for me far beyond my needs. Just as surely as if I had thrown jewelry into the fire and out sprang a golden calf, I have thrown a significant amount of the gifts you have given me to edify you, into a purpose of my own. Although, I might not be seen as rich by my peers, I certainly am by the standards of the rest of the world. I could be the source of many cups of cold water for your thirsty children and not one has left my hand today.
I have besmirched your name Lord because I am one who calls myself a follower of yours. How broken your heart must be to see how one who associates with your name behaves.
I have failed to recognize your Holy nature and along with my culture have missed an opportunity to be obedient to your commands by not keeping your Sabbath, which we who call ourselves Christians now celebrate on Sunday. Although I may not do work on that day I may go out to eat and therefore cause or encourage another of your children to be disobedient. Your instruction, after all was to let our household and servants, even aliens among us, enjoy your appointed day of rest.
How many times, Lord, did I dishonor and disrespect my parents when they were walking this earth?
I have been angry with my brother and therefore guilty of murder.
I have looked lustfully at a woman, and therefore disrespected one of your precious children, and committed adultery in my heart.
Although no one who belongs to you can have their joy stolen from them, I have attempted to steal joy out the lives of others of your children through my self -centered nature.
Sometimes I have spoken out of my own opinion or from my own perspective and therefore falsely accused another in my ignorance.
My natural self so many times has looked covetously at what belonged to another.
I have grumbled during trials, refusing to allow you to refine my faith through them, I have been slow to listen and quick to speak, I have failed to intercede in prayer for the hurting and lost, I have not been devoted to prayer, I have pointed out the mote in my brother’s eye while refusing to see the plank in my own.
I have failed to allow the peace of Christ to dwell in my heart, been loath to sow in peace and raise a harvest of righteousness. I have thought about things other than that which I know to be right, pure, lovely and admirable.
All these things and more Lord, I have done in my life TODAY.
In brokenness I ask your forgiveness. I am at the mercy of your grace alone. There is no deed I can do, or ritual I can perform or seek to have performed by others on my behalf, that will wash my sin before you, God. Only the blood of our Savior and Redeemer, Jesus Christ. Thank you, Jesus for the shed blood of Calvary. Move among us Lord. Without You, we have no other hope.
In your Precious and Holy Name we pray.
Amen.
China. Yunnan. Shangri-la Old Town. Dukezong.
In Shangri-la, local residents and tourists come to Guishan Park to turn the world's largest prayer wheel. The 21-meter-tall, 60-ton prayer wheel and attracts thousands of visitors each month. The monolithic landmark is visible for miles around and has been a local landmark since it was constructed in 2002. Visitors can pray and turn the wheel alongside other pilgrims. A minimum of ten people is usually required to move the enormous icon. The prayer wheel is also the perfect spot for visitors to enjoy commanding views of the area.
There's biochemistry exams to be conquered. Help us, St. Yankee, Jesus the Lamb, Demon-warding Garlic, St. Anna Nicole, Mother Mary, and St. Jude! Pray for us half-wits now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
" Prayer is the Key to discerning God's Call for One's Life. Go to Him. Talk and Listen. Read His Word. You may think that you have little to give, as I did, But the Lord Rejoices if that Little is Your All... "
This Song "It Was You" will truly soothe your Life...
Listen to the Melody and Read the Words from your Heart...
Paintings of ink and colours on bamboo paper by Quek Kiat Sing display at the Flower Dome, Gardens by the Bay during Sakura Matsuri floral display.
Prayer flags on the grassland near Gyu-me.
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My thoughts have been occupied of late with the terrible tragedies in Burma and China. The terrible pictures I see coming from these areas are heartbreaking and it makes one feel so helpless. My prayers have been numerous for the people who lost their lives and those who suffer from agonizing loss. I wish there was more I could do.